Time’s running out
My dooms day is near,
My interrogation started,
In front of everyone,
I’m unable to endure.
A sack full of sins
Being carried to the Lord
Upsurges my fear.
The whole world’s watching
Those huge and trivial ones
I committed with arrogance
Or were unknowingly done.
The book of my life,
Has nothing to rejoice
Or please the Lord,
And the black words in bold
I wish could be scrubbed
Before they were told.
I face my Lord with utter shame and disgrace,
He refuses to look at me,
And turns away His face.
That’s my disgrace.
The world sees it all
With dread and jaws dropped
I wish I could flee
Or my book of deeds swapped.
It’s too late for now
I already missed my chance.
I helplessly run around
but no way’s to be found.
Wishing He could caste an eye
of mercy at me, for once.
But this bag is too heavy
for Him to discount.
I suddenly wake up trembling
Drenched in sweat.
But what a joyful moment,
it was to get
Another life, another chance
to counter the effect.
It’s like I’ve been gifted with another interval
To gather some pearls to adorn my chronicle
some erasers to gather to undo the mess
to forgive, to forget, and sins to confess
The last breath is near, I see it very close.
As the pages of an album,
with a flick, a beautiful pose,
Another flick you depart,
As once-beautiful, withered rose.